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In the good timeline Logan shoots himself in the head.
That *had* been his plan. Once Charles is dead, Logan gets a bullet in the head. He had never been sure when it would happen. Or if he would have the guts to go through with it. And now Charles is- Well he is.
What Logan could never have predicted, not in one hundred and fourty three years, is that he would be standing over the body when the bullet is spent. But he had known as soon as he'd seen that test-tube motherfucker that his magic bullet was the only way to stop him. So he'd done it as soon as he'd had a shot.
He doesn't have time to be surprised, he never does, because Charles is bleeding out and Laura is howling in terror, and he has to choose one and.
And the next day he- the next day Logan breaks the car. He breaks.
He hopes Charles would agree with his choice.
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In the good timeline Logan lies in a bed of pine needles and there are no holes in his chest.
This had not been the plan. A bloodbath in the woods for the sake of kids he'd met yesterday. But it had been all that mattered in the end.
In the end. They didn't need to put holes in his chest because he no longer has the power to resist the poison they put deep in his bones.
Laura's tears wash the blood of his hands, but that's all they do.
She screams. She cuts through his flesh and tries to saw the devil metal from his chest. The others pull her off him. But she had seen.
Not shining smooth chrome but creeping shards of bloodied broken bone.
Rictor looks her in the eye and tells her they can't slow down.
Laura takes Logan's hand and starts pulling.